Someone Else's Skin

There's no phone booth. There's no cape There's no Steve McQueen to help me make my great escape How can I fly like a hero in the sky? Be a shooting star out in the stratosphere Where's the shadow? He might know Where's that searchlight in the sky to point the way to go Through some new cloud to disappear into the crowd Though the future's dark, there's one thing crystal clear That there's no home here Son, listen to me. We just need a name - your mother or your father So many voices telling me to choose It can get very expensive, people fighting over their children It's like a game where either team - I lose Nobody's fighting. Frankie, look at me. Nobody's fighting This kind of noise just makes me want to shout Frankie, just give 'em a name and this all'll be over. It's gonna be okay I'd like to buy a one-way ticket out My brave little soldier, do what you have to do Rules of the road say "Don't look back Eyes straight ahead. Don't jump the track" Try a new game I'm sorry, Frank And pray that I can win I've got no way to move here Cause I just don't feel at home in mine So I'll slip down into someone else's skin Whoo whoo Whoo whoo I see the maps from every book I've read The worlds that I have lived inside my head I thought a love like theirs could never die If it can fade away then so can I At first you see me, then you don't Don't look for me. You know I won't even be there So let the games begin Cause I just don't feel at home in mine So I'll slip down into someone else's skin Whoo whoo Into someone else's skin, yeah Whoo whoo I'm gonna run down the street, run out of town I'm gonna run from the whole team and never touch down Run from the books cause it's all been a fake I'm gonna run from the choices that I don't wanna make School's not out but I can't wait It's the perfect time to graduate today I've gotta run away now Whoo whoo I've got to run away, oh yeah yeah Whoo whoo I know they'll see the truth when I move on They'll need each other much more once I'm gone And then I'm flush and he's back on his feet I'll pick him up and ride down easy street No time to cry for all the years A rusty gas tank full of tears gets you nowhere Not the places I want in And I just don't feel at home in mine So I'll slip down into someone else's skin Into someone else's skin Into someone else's skin yeaaah Into someone else's skin Into someone else's skin